MILADY FOG
She drifts in from the sea
to wrap herself around me,
a soft cool shroud concealing me
from the world I shun.
She loses me in silver haze
but keeps me safe
from prying eyes
of those who seek to do me harm.
There are times
when she is cruel
as when she caused my ship to founder
upon the rocky shore,
then let me wander aimlessly
into places I should not go.
She can be cold and unforgiving
of the mistakes I might have made.
Will I ever find my way
back to the light of day?
Will I ever lift her veil
and walk into the future
where the sun doth shine
brightly and hopefully?
Alas, like a fly caught in a spider’s web,
I cannot leave her,
my Lady Fog so dear.
I have not the courage
to return from whence I came.
I live instead within her shroud
forever as a ghost
drifting slowly from the sea.
Vi Jones
©October 25, 2006
I’ll take mists any day
This was a wonderful depiction Vi, filled with rich imagery and much room for contemplation, well done!
Love the title, too!
sage
Yes, the title is great but the poem rich and unusual, full of excellent imagery. I second the ‘ well done!’